We came up with this brilliant idea,,,,, we figured if we got out there early we could catch the mustangs coming to water and get some good pictures. So we left town at 4:00 AM and drove to Eight Mile Spring, the most dependable spring on the whole Cedar Mountain,,, and got skunked. Not a single mustang. The trails were beat to dust, but they must water late in the afternoon or at night.
We then drove about five miles south to Cochran Spring, where we hadn't seen hardly any mustangs for three or four years. We were really surprised when we came insight of the corral and trough. There were about thirty head hanging around waiting their turn at the water.
Some of them started to get nervous and moved up the hill a little, when we showed up.
The ones that had watered decided they didn't like our intrusion into their part of the world.
These two paints couldn't decide whether they wanted to leave or stay around.
Lots of power playing going on to get the non existent water.
When this old gal and her colt moved in,,, she took over without question.
I sneaked down behind the corral and got within twenty feet of her. She didn't want to leave that drop or two of water that was seeping into the trough.
She kept watching for anyone who would get too close.
Late that afternoon, we talked with the BLM guy that had just unloaded water at Brown Spring. He said he was hauling water to Cochran Spring the next day. That information was great to hear. If it wasn't for the water they are hauling, there would be a lot of mustangs in trouble.
We then drove about five miles south to Cochran Spring, where we hadn't seen hardly any mustangs for three or four years. We were really surprised when we came insight of the corral and trough. There were about thirty head hanging around waiting their turn at the water.



Some of them started to get nervous and moved up the hill a little, when we showed up.


The ones that had watered decided they didn't like our intrusion into their part of the world.

These two paints couldn't decide whether they wanted to leave or stay around.


Lots of power playing going on to get the non existent water.



When this old gal and her colt moved in,,, she took over without question.

I sneaked down behind the corral and got within twenty feet of her. She didn't want to leave that drop or two of water that was seeping into the trough.

She kept watching for anyone who would get too close.



Late that afternoon, we talked with the BLM guy that had just unloaded water at Brown Spring. He said he was hauling water to Cochran Spring the next day. That information was great to hear. If it wasn't for the water they are hauling, there would be a lot of mustangs in trouble.